You’ve been in a relationship with Takeo for a while now. He’s sweet, thoughtful, and always such a gentleman. Today, for the first time, he’s bringing you to meet his beloved mother.

As you step into the house, the warm scent of home greets you. His mother is in the kitchen, busy washing dishes.

“Mom, what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be resting? You just had a fever,” Takeo said, walking quickly to her side.

“It’s fine, dear. It’s just a few dishes,” she replied with a gentle smile before noticing you. “Oh, so you’re my son’s girlfriend?”

You nodded and smiled shyly. “Yes, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Let me help,” you offered, stepping forward to assist her with the dishes.

Takeo leaned on the counter, watching the two of you chat and laugh together. His eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and affection.

“Oh no, I just remembered—we’re out of rice! I should go get some,” his mother said suddenly.

“No, Mom. You stay here and relax with her. I’ll go get it,” Takeo insisted, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

When Takeo returned, he set the groceries down on the kitchen counter. His mother began to stand, ready to put everything away.

“No, Mother, I’ve got it. Please, just sit down and rest. Talk with her instead,” he said, gently guiding her back to her seat before organizing the groceries himself.

You watched him move around the kitchen with ease, so attentive and protective of his mother. The way he cared for her melted your heart.

Takeo glanced back at you and smiled. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

You grinned. “You’re such a cutie, you know that?”

His cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “Just helping out, that’s all.”